Summer!

It’s the scorching heat of the sun,

It’s the dryness in the mud,

It’s the steady buzz of the bees,

It’s the gentle whisper of the breeze,

It’s the ever rising degrees

And the slight swaying of the trees.

It’s the trickling condensation on a bottle of water,

A promise that the climate will still keep getting hotter.

It’s the melted ice cream,

It’s the empty playing fields,

It’s the busy swimming pools

And the growling A/C’s,

It’s an opportunist flower in cracked concrete,

It’s the constant rustling of twigs and dry leaves.

It’s the cold drinks and ice lollies,

It’s the mall aisles and shopping trollies.

It’s frolicking at the beach,

It’s the deserted city streets,

It’s volleyball and sandy feet,

It’s way past bedtime and over seven ghost stories..

Because it’s summer, the summer of twenty nineteen!